How beautiful to not rest upon technique and skill…
Permit myself to let go and trust in my ability to flow through me if I take a moment to recognize the potential that lies beneath this moment?
What if I stop collecting “expertise” as an insurance policy to be thrust into greatness?
Maybe to have the chance of genius to flow through me and meet the moment that is meeting me.

In a way, to be in transition is to live with a kind of ache:
something ending, something not yet begun.

Wisdom here isn’t about clarity, but about letting myself be reshaped by the in-between. About opening my hand, trusting that I am capable of navigating whatever lies ahead… being present with what that asks of me and allowing change to happen. The one constant is change.

I am learning how the one thing that keeps me from the bravery of being in a creative space (mentally or physically. . . spiritually) is mostly fear. And sometimes it FEELS like there is a bear in front of me threatening my existence.

But there is no bear.

Welcome to The Threshold.

This is my first step towards the edge.
And I guess there is no way to begin, but just to begin…
I am starting this month, and in a way this whole journey, at the threshold of Wisdom.

Not with the desire to obtain it… rather to remember ….